service Pandora first, after choosing between the two pusses that gaped at him from a couple steps above. I have to say it gave me a surge, watching that handsome young man take a lesson from a mistress who always called the shots. Her sigh at the first touch of Tripplehorn's tongue made me long for him, yet it was obvious I, too, would have to wait my turn. As the raven-haired vamp fell back against the wall, she opened to him and began to pant and moan, thrusting her lush hips against his whiskey-colored skin.
'Yes…oh yes, Billy,' her sibilant whispers echoed in the stairwell. 'Tickle me with your tongue! Tease my clit with just the tip of it-like that! Oh God, yes!'
Spurred on by her lavish praise, Billy pulled back so the touch of his tongue would remain a quick flicker. His hands, so large and powerful and dark, made an edgy contrast to Pandora's pale thighs. He lapped eagerly at her wetness, even as we all realized he was only creating more-even as we all knew he had become addicted to her taste and the pungent perfume that wafted around us in the dim hall. No doubt he was caught up in the spell the wily vampire had cast, but from where I stood, close enough to feel their shimmering heat, I could tell Tripplehorn was as captivated as any man would be by such an provocative woman.
Pandora's hips quivered. Her eyes closed and her jaw went slack with abandonment to the pleasure delivered by her young lover. What a sight she was, with her round, pale breasts swaying beneath the cascade of midnight hair that fell over her shoulders…with stomach muscles that tensed and thighs that tightened every time they felt the spiraling of new need. She was so lovely-more beautiful than I could ever hope to be, although painted with a palette too pale for mere mortals. Ethereal, that was the word for her. Ethereal and impassioned.
And yet my envy was nothing compared to my lust. Lord, how I wanted Billy to be lapping at my sex! How I wanted him to sigh over me with the same eager hunger I heard in his breathy exclamations. Could he feel the way Pandora faded in and out now, fully fleshed one minute and then appearing as a body composed of separated, transparent cells the next?
Her whimpers escalated. Then her cry reverberated in the stairwell, and Pandora gave herself over to her orgasm. She was slapping the wall, gasping for breath, yet one lovely hand slipped into Billy's thick hair to hold his head in place. On and on she went-or came, as it were-until the rivulets of juice shone like rivers in the moonlight, flowing down her thighs to drip on the wooden stairs.
I had the distinct impression her pleasure could've gone on into eternity, had she not opened her eyes. My expression must've reminded her that her student had other lessons to learn, and that it was my own sexual welfare we were working toward. Batting her lashes as though to clear away a fog of pleasure we mortals could only imagine, Pandora disengaged. With a final sigh, she gently cupped Billy's jaw and eased him away from a puss that glistened, pink and slick, in the dimness.
'You were wonderful,' she murmured. Then she leaned down to sample her own essence by kissing Tripplehorn firmly on the lips. 'Now work your magic on Andrea. Poor thing's about to die of desperation.'
Indeed, I wanted Billy-needed him-more than I ever had. And as though the vampire knew my desires even before I could, she used her mercurial powers to whisk us up the stairs and into my room. I landed on my bed, sprawling and open to the young man I'd fallen for so quickly. And just as my lover realized we'd been spirited through space by our ebony-haired seductress, he found himself growing rock hard. How gratifying, to watch his arousal overtake him as he approached me…even if I had to believe he was still inflamed from lapping at Pandora.
And yet, as he clambered onto the bed to straddle me, it was me he gazed at with those dusky eyes-me he was crooning to while his hands found the curves of my breasts. When it occurred to me that he'd already serviced two insatiable women yet was now eager to fulfill my wildest fantasies, I realized we were in the middle of a miracle: the Three P's created their share of mischief and misfortune, but I couldn't deny that their powers intensified pleasure, as well.
If Billy and I were still caught up in their thrall-puppets merely living out their twisted wills-then so be it! At this moment, I felt so strong and sensuous, I would've invited the bite that would propel me into eternity. If it meant my lover accompanied me into forever with this enraptured look upon his face, I would've surrendered to any of the Sisters.
'I want to please you, Andrea,' Tripplehorn whispered, his hands working their magic all over my bare body. 'Tell me what'll make you fly, pretty princess, and your wish is my command.'
Pretty princess? I couldn't imagine this rebellious young man addressing even Miss Lucy this way, yet he sounded totally sincere-as though I were the only woman he'd ever wanted! And the answer was easy, after watching Pink and Pandora put him through their paces. That cock had hardened to the impressive length which had gotten me into this situation in the first place, and he was rocking against me so it rustled the coarse curls above my cunt.
'I want you so much,' was all I could manage to murmur, for my heart welled up into my throat. All my life I'd waited for a man to want me this way-as though it were his sole mission to satisfy me. 'Make love to me, Billy-but no, that doesn't half describe what I want from you! Just fuck me, high and hard, like it's the last thing either of us will ever do!'
Where that thought came from, I didn't know-unless I subconsciously suspected this might be our last act. Was that Perfidia fluttering above us, making the flame of the bedside candle flicker ominously?
I refused to let her ruin the finest moment of my life. As Billy drew an enticing circle inside my inner lips with the tip of his dick, my body arched up of its own accord to lure him inside. Together we thrust, and together we let out a wanton sigh that quivered in the air around us. His cock filled me so full I could feel it throbbing inside the tight walls of my pussy, driving me wild without any effort whatsoever.
My muscles clenched, sucking him deeper. A grimace flickered across his handsome face and his eyes closed with the concentration it took to keep him from shooting too soon. Slowly, gingerly, he shifted up and in, his hands at my waist as he balanced on my parted thighs. I thought my clitoris might explode from the glorious, perfect pressure of his weight leaning into it.
With a groan I curled upward, unable to remain patient. 'Go after it, Billy!' I rasped. 'I don't care what they tried to teach you about control! I just want us to lose it!'
He responded with a low moan, leaning into me with that hot, hardened body. Spirals of need shot up from my core until I saw starbursts of red and yellow behind my eyelids. I was already humping up to meet him like a shameless hussy, answering thrust for thrust as our bodies sped toward release. The bed began to shake as though possessed by demons…or by vampires spying on us. Never had I felt such a burning, such a deep-seated aching aimed toward a pinnacle of pleasure like I'd never imagined.
'Let go, Andrea.'
Billy's whispered command made my eyes fly open, to meet an obsidian gaze in a face transformed by passion. Did I dare believe I saw love there, as well?
'Let go, so I can fly with you,' he continued, his body urging mine into a frenzy of need. 'We'll soar up and away, beyond these walls-beyond Redemption and the forces that would hold us prisoner here.'
My mind wondered if Pink was planting such thoughts in that head framed by a dark riot of waves, but my body was too far gone to care. I surged, unable to resist the rubbing of his cock against my clit. My muscles and nerves tied into knots and I wrapped my arms and legs around him as I cried out in mindless ecstasy. On and on it went, that relentless pulse of pleasure, until I wondered if I'd pass out from the intensity of it.
Apparently we both did.
When I shuddered awake, Billy still lay where he'd collapsed upon me, pinning me beneath his warm, solid weight. I had a feeling hours had gone by, yet the pungent scent of sex and the stickiness between our bodies suggested mere minutes had passed instead. The bed had stopped rocking and the room had resumed its usual cool, quiet silence.
But I felt vibrations that belonged to an interloper.
Silly me, to fall into the fantasies Billy had planted with his words of love-if indeed he'd even realized he was saying them. Only a fool would forget that forces beyond our understanding were at work in this house, giving a semblance of sweet freedom while wrapping us in the invisible chains of a darker purpose.
And yes, as I blinked to clear my vision, it was the filmy likeness of Perfidia that materialized near the ceiling. She floated above the bed, gazing down at us with a wicked intent that shone clearer as more of her molecules came into place. Her gown was the color of blood, translucent enough to reveal her nudity and of a gossamer texture that rippled like angels' wings.
But this was no angel.
